unplanned

[Axelle Flint]

Axelle had been tricked by a group of girls from the local high school. They had told her (AND HER FATHER) that they were going to a friend's birthday party and then to fireworks. The first part hadn't been a lie. Axelle had gone to her other friend's birthday and enjoyed it immensely. Even if she hadn't attended school with them for almost five years now they still lived in the same town and kept in touch. She just had to be extra careful around them so that her strength didn't come up or become noticeable. That was a little bit difficult as she was being dragged into the crowded building that was vibrating with a deep, pulsating bass. The DJ at the table had full control of the writhing, dancing crowd and Axelle's first order of business was to try and leave. The only problem was that she didn't really know how to get home from here and she didn't necessarily want to leave her friends and...and...okay she was super nervous. She could see some of the upper classmen from school hanging around and she didn't want to get in trouble.

GIRLS HER AGE SHOULDN'T BE IN CLUBS TO START WITH!

She twisted her way towards a wall the best she could while tripping over people and occasionally being roped into a dance. It wasn't their fault she was here technically against her will...technically, she had chosen to stay but she had always managed to wiggle away before someone put a hand where it didn't belong. Once she had finally found a free space of wall to inhabit she pressed against it gratefully and looked around. She totally didn't fit in here, with all this leather and metal. She felt so incredibly out of place that all she wanted to do was get out and never go into another club...ever. Okay well maybe not ever, she MIGHT have enjoyed her little trip if her friends hadn't lied to her, now she remembered why she didn't really hang out with these girls all that much anymore, they tended to be rather terrible at being sensible, responsible people. Maybe she could just keep an eye on them from afar and make sure no one hurt them? Except if they did this a lot they were most likely way more capable of taking care of themselves than she was...hell she wouldn't know how to take care of herself. Suddenly she realized that someone had approached her rather suddenly and she flinched away into the wall with a squeak.

[Benjamin Park]

Benji, on the other hand, frequented clubs quite regularly, especially for his age. When one had connections, it wasn't that hard to get in, and it wasn't like he was drinking anyway - it was one thing the self-proclaimed bad boy had never really gotten into. No, he came to clubs to dance. And dance he was.

He wasn't dressed all that special, just a tanktop and somewhat sparkly, loose pants, perfect for moving quick and sharp. However, it wasn't his clothing that caught attention, but his persona - cocky, confident, and obviously talented. It wasn't rare that he found himself dancing with a circle of people around him watching - ballet wasn't the only style this boy could do, no way!

However, even he eventually needed a break, so he grinned and waved off some of his friends and meandered to the side of the room, planning on grabbing a drink. However, before he could get there, a pretty pop of color caught his attention, and Benji turned to see a very uncomfortable-looking girl against the wall. Uncomfortable-looking, but definitely hot. Standing straight and walking with a saunter, he approached her, even leaning an arm against the wall and chuckling as she flinched. "No need to be frightened, sweetheart," he told her over the music. "I'm harmless, I promise." He tilted his head curiously with a frown. "What's a pretty girl like you doing over here by yourself? Did you come with anyone?" Benji swiped a hand through his thick hair, practically oozing coolness (or so he told himself).

[Axelle Flint]

Axelle was not prepared to fend off people who hit on her...especially good looking people. Especially when she didn't think she was anything special herself and someone taller, sweaty (she liked guys that were sweaty) and so very clearly HOT was talking to her like they wanted her. She couldn't tell how old he was though it couldn't be much older than her (because really, why would anyone younger than her be there in the first place?) and her heart was beating too fast to help her head out. Rational thought abandoned her as she opened her mouth, found she couldn't speak and licked her suddenly dry lips.

"Oh um..." he was leaning close to her and omg he smelled really good, sweaty guys weren't supposed to smell that nice were they? It HAD to be his cologne. Unconsciously she relaxed away from the wall, stepping closer to him. If he was her age he couldn't be all that bad right? AT least he wasn't some forty-year-old creeper. "I'm here with some friends but I don't know where they went," she answered, getting on her tiptoes to try and peek over his shoulder. One of her friends was at the bar getting a drink from someone, another two were dancing with each other and one happened to be not much father away flirting with an older guy. They were clearly way more comfortable than her and this boy seemed really friendly...and hot...maybe they could hang out for awhile? "Wh-what about you? Were you dancing with someone?" she asked curiously.

[Benjamin Park]

There was always a chance that trying to chat someone up at the club would end up with the person rolling their eyes and turning away, saying something mean, or even slapping you across the face (which had happened a time or two, admittedly). Fortunately, Benji could tell almost right away that this girl wasn't like that. The poor thing looked completely out of her comfort zone and desperate for something to distract herself with. Fortunately, Benji was just the thing.

Not to mention this chick was a rock star. Like, seriously, how much better could it get? He had to wonder why she was looking so shy.

The boy wiped a drop of sweat from his brow - it really was hot in here, wow - still smiling as the girl answered his questions. She seemed to have relaxed a little, at least. "They ditched you?" he asked with a frown, obviously upset by this fact. "That's lame. Mind if I keep you company instead?" He glanced back as she looked briefly over his shoulder before smiling again and offering a hand. "Name's Benji, by the way. What's yours?" Once captured, the boy placed a quick kiss against the back of the girl's hand (yes, he was totally that type of guy) before releasing it and leaning against the wall beside her, lazily looking out over the crowd of dancing people. "Me?" he replied, sending her a sideways smirk. "Nahh... I dance on my own. Got a whole fanclub out there, actually. Give me a few minutes more for a breather, and I'll show you." He laughed and leaned in a little closer. "But tell me more about yourself. Are you from around here?"

[Axelle Flint]

Axelle felt a little bad for giving her friends a bad name, they hadn't really ditched her...well maybe they had but she'd found...Benji? Wasn't there a dog by that name? OMG HE KISSED HER HAND.

Rational thought fled for a moment as every day-dreamed version of herself squealed at the exact same moment and tried to bombard her with imagined images of what was going to happen next. Thankfully Benji just turned and leaned against the wall next to her, silencing most of the after images. "I'm Axelle," she said quickly...perhaps a bit too breathlessly for the occasion but clear enough to be heard over the music. She looked out onto the floor in confusion when he talked about a fan club but if he frequented the club often it made sense that lots of people had seen him dance before. "Oh that sounds nice!" she said awkwardly, not really knowing what else to say to that. He obviously seemed to know that he was good at dancing and enjoyed the attention, should she have said anything?

She was cool right? She was in a club (technically against her will) but this epically hot guy was talking to her, she so must have looked like she belonged here (false), and she was good looking enough to get his attention so she must, by the sheer fact of teenage logic be cool. YES SHE WAS COOL! Cool enough for hot, sweaty, dancer guys to talk to her. She couldn't wait to tell George, Kam and Salem, now all she had to do was keep playing it cool. It shouldn't be too hard right?

"Oh yeah, uh I'm a student up at Hammel ya know?" she played it off not wanting to come right out and advertise that she was a meta-human, especially if tall, hot and dancey was interested her her. She meant to turn and lean against the wall to face him but she spun herself too fast and got dizzy, thus throwing herself off balance and falling backwards onto her butt with a grunt. Great...so much for playing it cool. Before he could help her up she struggled to her feet against automatically, face flushing as she dusted discarded glitter from her shorts and shirt, one shoulder slipping down to reveal her light summer tan and highlight the long, dangly feather earring in that ear.

[Benjamin Park]

"Axelle?" Benjamine replied with a raised brow and a crooked smile. "That's such a unique name. I love it." He'd never heard anything like it before, and that made it uber special, like the girl herself. "Do you have any nicknames?" he asked curiously. If not, he was totally going to make some for her. Xellie! He chuckled and nodded when she spoke again, giving a 'modest' shrug. "It's fun. I've been taking dance classes since I was like, two, so I've had more experience than some." Than most in here, he thought, judging by the mostly grinding dances that often went on. Nah man, the babes dug someone who could actually move their feet!

Despite the fact he wasn't on the floor anymore, Benji was still bobbing his head along to the beat, and tapping his foot. He just couldn't be kept away from the music for long - but this Axelle girl was more than enough to keep him entertained for the moment.

His head snapped in her direction as she mentioned-"Hammel?" he repeated, a slow smile crossing his face. "No way! I go there too." How had he never seen her before? Maybe he had, in passing? It was hard to tell in the lighting in here. Before he could ask her more about her ability and such, the poor darling tripped over her feet and fell over. "Oh, are you alright?!" Benji exclaimed, trying to keep from laughing. She stood before he could help, but the boy still helped brush off some of the glitter, twisting her slightly to 'check for bruises'. "Careful now, I wouldn't want to have to carry you all the way back to the school," he teased lightly. "Not unless you wanted me to." Benji nodded towards the dance floor. "I think I'm starting to get my second wind. Want to dance with me?" He offered his hand, a challenge sparkling in his eyes.

[Axelle Flint]

HE "LOVED" HER NAME!!

She could die right there of happiness, people thought her name was cool, no one had actually claimed to "love it" yet. She cleared her throat when she realized he was asking her a question. "Oh yeah um, people call me Axe a lot, or Axie sometimes....my grandpa calls me Ellie, but he thinks Axelle's kind of strange," she rambled before stopping abruptly lest he start thinking she was some sort of awkward hipster...thing...OMG HE COULD ACTUALLY DANCE.

That would explain why he was sweaty and had grace and natural swagger. God he was so cool and ugh he was next to her and OMG THEY BOTH WENT TO HAMMEL WHAT WAS HIS META-ABILITY?! Please God don't let it be mind-reading or she was DOOMED. Especially if he knew that she thought he smelled nice and that she didn't mind how damp he appeared to be because she still really sorta wanted to touch him. But before any of that could take place she had fallen and he had helped her make sure there was no glitter on her. Of course there wouldn't be bruises, she'd have to fling herself from the roof of a five story building to get one of those...maybe three, she hadn't tried to bruise herself yet.

She couldn't dwell on that for long however because almost as soon as she had gotten most of the glitter off of her butt he was asking her to dance. DANCE! "YES!" she blurted out eagerly, completely oblivious to whatever challenge he was throwing her way because she knew she couldn't dance but UGH she just wanted to TOUCH him a little and that would be enough before he realized she was terrible and then ditched her on the dance floor in a swirl of seething bodies that were...better...than...her...

Aw, she'd made herself sad. BUT OMG SHE WOULD GET TO TOUCH HIM.

[Benjamin Park]

Benji tapped his chin thoughtfully as she began listing off nicknames. Decisions, decisions... "What you prefer me to call you, love?" he asked with a smile. There, that could make the decision for him. Sure, the name Axelle was a little strange, but not unpleasant in the least. Benji enjoyed the unique.

The only thing his ability was telling him was vague - that she was a rock star. Which was strange, since it seemed like a rock star would be more outgoing and loud and confident? Whatever, Benjamin liked this girl the way she was, and he wasn't going to ruin it by asking about her occupation. That never ended well.

Still, Benji had to grin at her enthusiasm. He'd expected that sort of answer, but it still sent a thrill through him. "Come on," he urged, snagging the girl's hand and gently tugging her into the fray, making sure they didn't break contact until they found their own semi-open spot. He was already nodding along with the deep, heavy beat as they walked, and as soon as they stopped, he kept moving, grinning down at the shorter girl. "I think you're really cute," he told her loudly over the music as he danced around casually, keeping himself close and almost touching their bodies together the entire time. It was hot, and tight, and eventually Benji slung his arms over Axelle's shoulders, breathing hard with their heads close together. He was still grinning.

[Axelle Flint]

He could keep calling her "love" she would DEFINITELY be okay with that. "Oh, really anything is fine as long as it's not, you know...derogatory," she stumbled over the word nervously. She did not want to end up with some trite name like "baby" or "doll". "Love would be okay, "sweetie", "honey", "darling", hell at this point he might be able to get away with "cutie". Her nerves returned as he took her hand to lead her onto the dance floor among all the grinding, sweaty bodies. Her heart beat frantically. He was going to see that she was terrible and ditch her and possibly laugh at her for good measure...but he didn't do any of these things.

It was probably because once Axelle had calmed down enough to locate the beat (which was laughably easy given her upbringing and the type of music) she found that it was perfectly easy to shake her hips accordingly. It turned out that if she could stand in one place and just move around here and there she did just fine. Besides, even if it was absolutely certain that he would have laughed she would have chanced it anyway because this sort of thing never happened to her and she wanted to have the experience.

She blushed when he called her cute because that was also not an everyday occurrence and tried to play it cool...except she couldn't quite manage that and ended up stuttering out a thank you instead. Cool Axelle! Be cool! She was about to blurt out how "wicked" his moves were (because apparently they had time slipped into the 90's) when she suddenly found his arms around her shoulders. He was touching her, it was kinda like a hug, she liked hugs. She wanted to touch him...but what if she got even MORE excited?! She'd crush his spine for sure and then he'd never forgive her because he'd never dance again and...

COOL...FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST BE COOL FOR ONCE!

He was smiling at her and that helped and they were both breathing hard but she knew for a fact that her's was more from nerves than dancing, because let's face it she had pretty much only moved in a circle at this point. Very, very carefully she reached out and brushed her fingers against his shirt. It was tight enough that she could feel his muscles through the thin fabric she now held. SHe dropped her eyes and smiled when she realized how close together they were now standing. Axelle chewed her bottom lip nervously because she wasn't sure what was going to come next. In the movies there was usually kissing. Was Benji going to want to kiss her? She should let him know it was okay somehow. It wasn't her first kiss, that had occurred when she was thirteen and when an innocent neighbor boy had dared her about it. It had been fine until he tried to put his tongue in her mouth. Now she realized that she definitely wouldn't mind Benji doing that.

Funny how four years changed a person.

Her breath caught as she (OMGWHATAMIDOINGMYDADWILLKILLMEWHEHEFINDSOUT)tugged gently on his shirt to bring him closer and tilted her face up. SHE WAS GONNA DO IT AD IT WOULD BE HOT AND AMAZING AND SHE WAS ALREADY GIDDY ABOUT IT AND...

Some drunken twit knocked into her by surprise. All would have been well had Axelle still not had a hold on Benji's shirt. Her surprised flinch was all that was needed (plus her ridiculous strength) to rip the item of clothing cleanly off Benji's chest. "OH MY GOD!" Axelle gasped as she covered her mouth and held up the remains of his shirt. It was very difficult to keep her eyes focused on his face for several seconds until embarrassment forced her to make eye-contact again. "AAAAHHH I'm so sorry!!" she practically wailed trying to cover up the fact that she had been outwardly staring at a chest she was almost positive she would not be allowed to touch anymore. "I didn't mean to do that," she murmured as she got closer to him in order to hand it back. No one really seemed to care though and everyone had kept dancing around them...maybe it didn't matter? She really hoped he wouldn't be mad at her.

[Benjamin Park]

Wow, this girl was something else, Benji thought with a grin. She was absolutely adorable without really even trying, and the bad boy found that very... Endearing. It almost immediately made him sort of... Protective of her. From other wandering eyes that might be looking her way and considering things. Tonight, she was his, and he wasn't going to let anyone else hurt her. "I would never do that, sweetheart," Ben assured her. He'd just have to think of something creative.

He watched her dance with a smile. It was obvious to his trained eye that she didn't have much experience with this sort of thing, but it was still adorable and more than a tad bit sexy, with all that hip shaking and such. Ben only had eyes for her. He, of course, had no idea about her reservations, about what Axelle was capable of if she lost control and hurt him; he just saw her nerves as cute and knew they'd (hopefully) get better with time the longer he spent around her.

Benji looked down as her fingers traced against his shirt, grin widening at the tentative touch. He didn't mind at all. He, of course, knew he had the girl wrapped around his finger, eager and ready for what he had planned. Nothing harmful, just a bit of making out that would possibly last until way past curfew (not that he really cared about that anyway)...

He shifted even closer, practically touching their foreheads together already. Benji was still moving a bit to the rhythm, but he'd slowed, so he didn't jar too much against Axelle with how close they were. So when her face tilted up expectantly, he was more than glad to give her what she (and he) wanted. Benji closed his eyes, traced a finger underneath her chin, lowered his face and-

There was a sudden ripping sound, and suddenly it wasn't quite so hot and stuffy. Bewildered, Benjamin looked down again to see himself quite topless, with his ripped shirt clutched into the panicked Axelle's hand. He stared in disbelief for several moments before finally laughing, not at the girl, but at the situation itself. "Damn, you have some strength!" he told her, chuckling and waving off her apologies. "Honestly, babe, if you'd wanted my shirt off that bad, you could have just told me." He gave her a wink to show that he was joking. He was fine with this; he could just buy another shirt, and he didn't mind at all dancing this way. But then again... Dancing wasn't what was really on his mind anymore.

He took the now-useless piece of fabric back before shrugging and tossing it into the throng of people, not really caring where it went. "Come on, let's get somewhere a little more... Private," he told her, taking Axelle's hand again. He didn't want some drunk idiot to ruin this again. He led her through the dancing bodies and towards the back, until they reached the back exit that led outside into the cool night air. Benji took a deep, relieved breath. "That's better," he said, able to talk now at a normal level. He grinned as he turned back to the girl, his slim, lean chest shining with perspiration in the moonlight. "Now, where were we...?" Gently, Benji edged Axelle up against the wall, once more tilting her chin up and finally meeting their lips together. His hands slid down her sides to settle at her hips, and he smiled as the world around him faded into nonexistence.

[Axelle Flint]

She was so relieved he wasn't angry at her! He also either didn't realize how strong she was, or didn't care and somehow both thoughts were comforting. As he pulled her through the crowd and out into the back the "good girl" part of her mind was scolding her now that it wasn't being drowned out by music. This could be dangerous, she didn't know how far he wanted to go, she might have to put her foot down.

Ugh it was fine! She knew what her limit was and she'd stop him gently if necessary. As he moved her back against the wall she smiled shyly up at him and allowed the finger to tilt her chin up and those hands to settle at her waist and OMG THEY WERE FINALLY KISSING AND HER BRAIN WAS A MESS AND WHAT THE HELL KIND OF NOISES WAS SHE MAKING? She was most definitely enjoying the attention as her fingers finally slipped against that chest she had wanted to touch and a shudder ran through her.

Her fingers slid down to briefly explore the planes he was comfortable displaying before her own hands settled on his shoulders, unconsciously pulling him closer before she absolutely needed to stop for air. She pulled away with a quiet gasp. "Um wow," she giggled nervously. "You're quite the kisser," she rambled as her fingers curiously tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck. She was feeling a little hot herself. "You must get that a lot!" She chuckled, surprised by how casual she both sounded and felt. This was fun because it wasn't serious, she might have to examine that thought process later. Surely once in awhile was okay right?

[Benjamin Park]

Fortunately for Axelle, Benji wasn't the type to try to take advantage of a girl if she wasn't interested, and he was also a virgin (and probably unlikely to change that soon, given he actually sort of panicked if things ever started heading that way). He just wanted to get out somewhere where they wouldn't be bothered and could enjoy each others'... Company.

The kiss was nice, and Benji made it last for as long as he could, letting his fingers trace over the curve of her hips, but nothing too invasive. He wasn't a drunk creep or anything. He wasn't even drunk. His breath caught a little as her hands smoothed over his bare skin, making goosebumps rise on his arms despite the warm air. When they were finally forced to break apart, he sucked in a couple quick, panting breaths, before giving a chuckle at her response. "You're pretty good yourself," he murmured back playfully, still keeping their faces close. His forehead brushed against her temple, and his hands smoothed up and down her waist. This was the sort of stuff he loved, just casual kissing with someone he found attractive and that found him attractive back.

He laughed again, softly, at her exclamation. "I have a time or two," he admitted. It was no secret that the boy had had many kissing partners in his life. Benji had experience. One hand rose to toy with Axelle's hair. Without a word, he slowly dipped his face down until his lips were pressed against the girl's neck, trailing soft kisses against her throat for a moment before he latched onto a spot with more intensity. He sucked on the area for a few moments, enjoying the sensations he gained from it, before lifting his gaze up to look at her again with a cocky smile. "I like you a lot, Xellie," he tried, tasting the name on his tongue. His face contorted. "Does that nickname sound weird? It sounds weird, doesn't it?" Suddenly his cockiness faded and he gave an embarrassed laugh. "I guess I'm not too good at nicknames," he sighed. "Sorry about that."

A hand went up to ruffle the back of his head. "Hey, how about we go back to Hammel, and I can show you some of my routines without the crowd?" Benji offered. He glanced down once more at his shirtless torso and snorted. "People are going to think I'm more vain than I already am, dressed like this," he joked.

[Axelle Flint]

Axelle enjoyed the feeling of him caressing against her waist and had sighed quite happily at the contact. She really needed to be touched more, holding herself back all the time was depressing. She was also calmed further by the way that Benji had responded to her questions, nothing serious, just something fun. When his lips pressed against her neck she really couldn't help the way her breath caught in a small moan or the way her body arched into his seeking further contact. Her hands dropped to his waist where her fingers kneaded into his hips unconsciously as a way to avoid gripping.

When he pulled away she almost flopped to the ground, luckily her knees locked just in time. "Xellie?" She giggled. "Well it's not THAT strange, my name is Axelle after all. I think it's kinda funky, and really fun," she reassured him as she pushed a stray but of hair behind her ear. She grinned when he offered to show her more moves at Hammel. She didn't really have a curfew and coming home late from the school was fine. She nodded eagerly, she wanted to see Benji really dance and she really wanted to make out with him again. "Okay, I'll just text my friends!" She smiled as she pulled out her phone to do that and found a message from two of them who had already left and a third about staying late. She frowned and replied quickly. "Alright let's go," she put her phone away and shyly took Benji's hand as they started walking. "Um..." She blushed. "So, what's your power?" She asked, hoping it wasn't something really personal or embarrassing for him to admit. "I'm REALLY strong...and tough," she added, hoping to put him at ease. "I can throw a car across a football field," she added for reference.

[Benjamin Park]

Benjamin felt the girl's fingers grip against his hips, with surprising strength, given her size and build. It resulted in him emitting his own moan against her neck. That, along with his shirt being earlier torn off... He thought he already had a good idea about what her ability might revolve around.

Even if Axelle's knees had failed her, Benji still had a pretty good grip around her waist, so he hopefully would have caught her. "You think so?" he grinned, pleased that she actually liked the name he came up with. "Well, then, I guess it might just stick." His fingers slipped down to play with the hem of her shirt before he pulled away to allow her to text her friends. "Good thinking," he told her with a nod. "I wouldn't want them to worry you got kidnapped by some creep." Because Benji was totally not a creep. When she was done, he turned and waited for her to come beside him before he started walking, smiling as her hand found his own. He squeezed it and looked up at the sky. This night was even better than he'd expected it to be.

Well, until she asked about his power. Benji fumbled a little; he never knew how to explain it, because he didn't really get it himself. "Um... Transdimensional perception," he told her with a snort. "At least that's what I'm told. It's... Really hard to explain without making me sound crazy, to be honest." He hoped she didn't pry further. He latched onto the topic change of her own ability, gazing over at her as she explained what she could do. "Damn!" he exclaimed with a laugh. "I'd love to see that. I'll have to make sure I don't get on your bad side." Note to self - don't break her heart, because she might break my bones.

The walk was pleasant, and not too far, thanks to downtown being close to Hammel grounds. Benji kept up some idle chit-chat as they walked until they reached the gates. "We can just go to the courtyard if you'd like," he told her, smiling. "I'm not going to be skeevy and ask you to come to my room. I mean, unless you want to," he added, not wanting her to think he wasn't interested in that sort of thing at all. He stopped as they reached the edge of the treeline around the paved courtyard, pulling out his phone to flip through his songs until he found one he liked. "Watch this," he hummed, pulling Axelle in for another quick kiss before breaking away into a rather soft, sensual choreography that he hoped would melt her heart.

[Axelle Flint]

"Don't worry, you're definitely not a creeper," she smiled at him.

Hm, that sounded really complicated and she really didn't want Benji to sound crazy, especially because she really still wanted to make out with him later. She can't remember who said it but the advice ran along the lines if "Don't let crazy out it's dick in ya." She assumed this meant to steer clear of the psychologically unhinged but could also just be a warning against over unreasonable partners. She couldn't help looking a little more than horrified when he mentioned her bad side. "Oh no! I'd never hurt anyone, well I mean not on purpose. I'd really rather not," she babbled a little.

Her coolness was saved when they reached the school. She giggled at the word skeevy. "You've been really nice so far, but I'd rather stay outside if it's all the same," she smiled. It would be better than tempting fate in any way because at least if they kissed outside there was a sense of public decency to keep them from going too far. She giggled after he kissed her again and stood back with his phone, watching his body move perfectly in time with the song. If his intent had been to melt her he was certainly doing a great job. Her heart was pounding in excitement and awe. She wanted to dance like that! Well doing anything like that would be cool.

When the song stopped she clapped enthusiastically. "Wow! Benji that was great! Your moves are so fluid!" She gushed as she clutched her clasped hands to her chest. "I'm super jealous!" She had wanted to run up to him but in the dark a slightly raised brick caught the edge of her show and for the second time that night she went sprawling, this time on her front. She grunted as her knees hit the pavement and regretted the short length of her shorts as she felt dirt rub against her skin before she caught herself on her hands to stop her fall.

"Ugh," she snorted in disgust as she climbed to her feet again, she didn't appear to be hurt but her knees smarted a bit. "Sorry, good thing I didn't have your shirt that time or your pants," she commented before realizing what she'd said and squeaking, hiding her face with an embarrassed giggle. "Jeeze, listen to me!"